She is such a dear little thing, one hesitates to say so." "She was very sweet to-night," interposed Anne.

"She asked Ruth's forgiveness and took the blame for their little coolness on her own shoulders." "I don't wish to cause dissension in this happy band, but we really must stop talking and study," warned Grace.

"I haven't made a satisfactory recitation this week, and I vote for reform." "All right, my dear Miss Harlowe," flung back Miriam.

"'Work, for the Night is Coming.'" "You mean going," giggled Anne.
After this interchange of flippant remarks silence reigned, broken only by the sound of turning leaves or an occasional sigh over the appalling length of a lesson.

The three girls were fully absorbed in their work when Elfreda poked her head in the room to announce that the fudge was made.